Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

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"You, Kayla, are beautiful."

I stood there in utter shock. His words hit me like bricks. Harry Styles, the school's new hottie just called ME beautiful. Why me? I was so nervous. My palms were sweaty, my breathing hitched and increased. Maybe my like meter for Harry went up. I didn't dare move or say anything. I always end up making a fool of myself. Harry's looking straight into my eyes and I'm looking in his. Between Niall, Harry, and Marcel, they all have beautiful, amazing, rare eyes. As Harry inches closer, I get more and more nervous. Something about Harry's raspy voice and smooth moves just send me through the roof. Sure, I've had my first kiss, but I don't know if I want Harry to kiss me or not.

"Harry... I.." I try to say, but didn't get very far because his lips crash against mine. I don't stop him. My subconscious is telling me, 'Don't let him do it! You're making a BIG mistake' but my body is telling me otherwise.

(picture of Harold and Kayla to the side)

HARRY'S POV

"Harry... I..." I stopped her by crashing my lips against hers. I didn't want her to finish. I was worried she would tell me she doesn't have any interest in me. Well... It's not like I care I guess. I was surprised. She didn't stop me, in fact she acted like she wanted more. As the gentleman I am, I gave the lady what she wanted. I pushed her up against the wall as my hands roam up and down her thighs. "H-har-" she tries to say, but, again, I stopped her. I don't want her to deny me. Then, I will lose. I never lose. I try and make this more interesting and try to explore her mouth. My tounge rubbed on her lower lip to give me access. She declined at first, so I made the kiss hungrier. I kept one of my hands placed on her hip and the other on the nape of her neck. Her hands were going crazy through my curls. I loved when girls do that. After a few minutes of snogging, I left her mouth and she wimpered at loss of contact. I just chuckled and made little "love" bites down her neck. I tried to find her sweet spot but I ca- BINGO! Truthfully, when she started moaning when I sucked at her neck, it got me on fire. I don't know why though. Next thing I know, she's trying to lift up my black tee shirt that shows off my tattoos perfectly. Then, to ruin this little "moment" we had going on, my phone started playing Happy by Pharrell Williams.

"Shit," I mumble scrambling over to get my phone. Kayla giggled a little when I picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I sigh, annoyed.

"Harry, where are you, lad?The party started 10 minutes ago and there's a TON of people here!" my best friend's voice called... Niall. I've known Niall for a while.. Before I came to this school. He talks about Kayla CONSTANTLY. He would kill me if he found out I was just snogging her.

"I'll be there in 5, bye mate." I say while hanging up.

KAYLA'S POV

I patiently wait while Harry takes his phone call in the hallway. I'm kinda relieved his phone rang.. Because honestly, I didn't want it to go too far.. 

'But you're the one who started to take his shirt off!' My subconscious tells me. I should listen to it for once.. I get inturrupted from my thoughts when Harry walks in my room with a frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked him curiously.

"Oh sorry," he sighs, "that was just Niall. Apparently, we lost track of time because the party started 10 minutes ago."

"Sorry.." I kinda feel guilty. I don't know why I let him kiss me.

"No, love! It's not your fault!" he wines. I giggled slightly on how he was acting.

"I should probably make sure none of my makeup came off," I mention while walking out. But, of course, Harry grabs my arm and stops me.

"You. Look. Beautiful." he said as he looked in my blue eyes. When he said that, I felt my heart skip a beat. "Let's go."

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I could tell we were almost to his flat, cause I could hear (or kind of feel) the thumping of the music. When we pulled up, eberyone was dancing and drinking. There were even people scattered around snogging on the lawn.

"We're here," Harry said with a smile.

"Is Marcel here like you said?" I ask him. I immediately regret asking that when he looked at me and his smile faded. Amost angry. Why would he be.... angry?

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Oooooo! Why's Harry sooo angry?? I have a couple questions! Please answer with the number of the question in the beginning of your answer.

1. Who do you vote for? I have a couple of ideas.. -evil smirk- ........Nayla? (Niall and Kayla) ........Narlie? (Niall and Carlie) ........Hayla? (Harry and Kayla) ........Harlie? (Harry and Carlie) ........Horden? (Harry and Jorden) - You'll get this one later on in the story!! ;) ........Mayla? (Marcel and Kayla) ........Marlie? (Marcel and Carlie)

2. Do you want the snogging/love scenes? I don't know if you guys want it so I'm asking you.

Here's the link to Kayla's party dress.. She's probably gonna explain it in the next chapter.

(Kayla's Party Dress:

http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119260499 )

~MakaylamhHoran123 xx